Three Trout, Beautiful Morning
The water was cold, the air was cold and the sky over Allenstown was brilliant blue. All around the pond the newly garbed trees waved vivid spring-green leaves in the sharp breeze. Trout were rising, and it turns out, biting. Two rainbows hooked themselves on a leadwing coachman and a fat brown snatched up a green beadhead woollybooger fished slowly along the bottom. I only had about an hour and a half to fish, and that was just as well. It took that long after to begin working the chill out of my fingers and toes.